I had this dream a day or two after I told Mr. Ingram, Adrian was trying to get him fried or at least demoted...
I was sitting in the cafeteria with Mr. Ingram,
some girls came and sat down after our intense conversion.
The girls were talking to him (nothing important) and I sat in silence.
They finsihed eating and got up to put away their trays,
Ingram got up to put away his try too.
He left.
I was disappointed that he didn't stay in the cafe with me.
I went to go get a cup of juice so it looked like I had a reason to be in the cafeteria.
They were serving fried chicken.
I looked at the time:
The long hand was on the four.
In my dream, I had twenty minutes instead of ten.
I went to go get breakfast--[dinner?]--
I took a piece. It was good, not too spicy, it was good.
I went and got my cup of juice (it was something strange, I think it was some extoic tea and jamba juice mix)
(for some strange unknown reason, the dreams I have had of the cafeteria, the juices were never as they are in the physical realm).
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